Biografía:
Benjamin Booker (born Benjamin Roderick Evans; June 14, 1989) is an American musician, singer, songwriter and guitarist. He cites The Gun Club, Blind Willie Johnson and T. Rex as influences. His music was described by the Chicago Tribune as "a raw brand of blues/boogie/soul,", by The Independent as "frenzied guitar-strumming and raw, soulful vocals that are hair-raising in intensity" and by SPIN as "bright, furious, explosive garage rock."
Early life
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Somewhat simplified. All the verses are slightly different so you'll need to listen to the song for the
changes in tempo/strumming pattern
Capo 1
[Intro]
C Am x4
[Verse 1]
C
Am C Am C Am C
I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
G
In high tech studios in the Valley
F
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
C Am C Am
And scream at the top of my lungs
C Am G F
'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born
[Verse 2]
C
And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red
Am
And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
G
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
F C
And my feet would be glued to the floor
[Verse 3]
Am C
My head was high then
Am
Higher than today
G
It was easy to believe in something
F C
When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing
Am C
I close my eyelids
Am G
And wait for the clouds to part
F
And the sun to shine on me
[Interlude]
[Verse 1] chords
[Outro]
C Am F F x1
C
Do you remember April 17th?
Am
When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
F
And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me
F C Am
Keep moving on my feet
F C Am
It’s getting harder to be real, to be real, darling
F
oh, real darling
Fade out on C-Am-F-F with various adlibs
changes in tempo/strumming pattern
Capo 1
[Intro]
C Am x4
[Verse 1]
C
Am C Am C Am C
I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
G
In high tech studios in the Valley
F
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
C Am C Am
And scream at the top of my lungs
C Am G F
'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born
[Verse 2]
C
And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red
Am
And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
G
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
F C
And my feet would be glued to the floor
[Verse 3]
Am C
My head was high then
Am
Higher than today
G
It was easy to believe in something
F C
When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing
Am C
I close my eyelids
Am G
And wait for the clouds to part
F
And the sun to shine on me
[Interlude]
[Verse 1] chords
[Outro]
C Am F F x1
C
Do you remember April 17th?
Am
When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
F
And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me
F C Am
Keep moving on my feet
F C Am
It’s getting harder to be real, to be real, darling
F
oh, real darling
Fade out on C-Am-F-F with various adlibs
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